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’
Who
changed
the
sign
?
Someone
changed
the
sign
!
’
The
landlord
nervously
ran
his
tongue
across
his
lips
.
’
After
the
old
king
died
,
you
mean
?
’
he
said
.
Mort
’
s
look
chilled
him
,
the
boy
’
s
eyes
were
two
black
pools
of
terror
.
’
It
’
s
the
name
I
mean
!
’
’
We
’
ve
–
it
’
s
always
been
the
same
name
,
’
said
the
man
,
looking
desperately
at
his
customers
for
support
.
’
Isn
’
t
that
so
,
lads
?
The
Duke
’
s
Head
.
’
There
was
a
murmured
chorus
of
agreement
.
Mort
stared
at
everyone
,
visibly
shaking
.
Then
he
turned
and
ran
outside
again
.
The
listeners
heard
hoof
beats
in
the
yard
,
which
grew
fainter
and
then
disappeared
entirely
,
just
as
though
a
horse
had
left
the
face
of
the
earth
.
There
was
no
sound
inside
the
inn
.
Men
tried
to
avoid
one
another
’
s
gaze
.
No
-
one
wanted
to
be
the
first
to
admit
to
seeing
what
he
thought
he
had
just
seen
.
